A Halloween Murder Mystery That May Stir Your Usually Law-Abiding Community

This is a murderous age! To be success­ful, the modern novelist knows he must first kill his man and then find the murderer. “Oh,” shivers the sweet young thing at your bridge party, “I’ve just finished the sweetest murder! By I. O. Dyne, you know, who did ‘The Double Killing on the Roof.’ I haven’t slept a wink for nights. This ace of spades makes me positively quake. For that’s how they found the body, you know! Somebody saw the gardener carrying a spade-oh, it was ghastly-” and so on to the lurid end.

And if it isn’t a murder mystery book, then it’s a murder movie. In short, it has become a social error not to know who killed Cock Robin, and no hostess can hope to be the life of the party unless she is an adept at murder­ing by proxy.